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At the Cherry Blossom 10 miler in D.C. Rue, center in pink, finished 9th. Spearmint, long sleeve on the left, finished 8th! Tea was 25th and Pesto 28th!

It was a very Salty Cherry Blossom 10 miler this weekend! American women took 7th through 10th, including two Saltines! Emma Bates was 7th, followed by Spearmint, Rue, and Alphine Tuliamuk. PLUS Tea in 25th and Pesto 28th! Read more >>

Ah, March, when the racing circuit heats up but apparently not the actual temperatures. We’ve got some big-name results this week, including the USATF 15k championships and a couple of our own Salty speedsters in the mix!

Well shit, it’s been a month and I’m still putting off writing a Boston race report. I think it’s fairly safe to say that a conventional one won’t be surfacing in the near future. Now fully rested and recovered, I’ve spent some time reflecting on what the heck happened out there. Four weeks later, I’ve managed to identify a few excuses factors that contributed to a disappointing race:

It was really warm, even more so than predicted.

A “friend” unloaded a bunch of shit on me the week leading into the race which left me feeling sick to my stomach — it couldn’t have waited one more week?!

After making it all the way to the taper in my spring training before being diagnosed with a severe tibial stress fracture, training for Indy was much different. This past weekend went off without a hitch, although it was wildly unconventional.

This summer (whilst still in a boot) I realized that in order to be successful, to avoid my history of overuse injuries and perhaps most importantly, to keep other aspects of life in tact I should probably look into getting a coach. James McKirdy came highly recommended to me from fellow Salty, Barley, to whom I owe a huge thanks! When we initially spoke I was already registered for Indy, plane tickets were purchased and I so desperately wanted to run hard to make up for the anguish of the Spring.

“Sure, we can have you run the marathon, but it’s not going to be a goal race by any means.”

Hmmmm, he seemed fairly set on this, but I didn’t let it bother me. It was only August and I figured that I had months to charm convince him to change his mind and to let me race.